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Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born. A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge’s pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal. *** [Name: Mogul] [Gender:Male:] [Age:45] [Job: CEO of Mogul Group] [Crime: Brutal killing of children] [Punishment:Decapitation] [Name:Natalie ] [Gender:Female ] [Age:33 ] [Job:Vagrant] [Crime:Abduction of women, forcing them into the prostitution of death] [Punishment:removal of limbs and reproductive organs, bleeding to death] [Name: Watton] [Gender:Male] [Age:47] [Job:Mob boss] [Crime:Gang fights, slaughtering civilians ] [Punishment: Death by a thousand cuts and skinning] All who received Death Notices were sent to the Deathstream Channel without exception, for death awaits while everyone in the world would watch as they were punished! No matter where you are or how noble a position you possess, a baptism of blood and fire awaits you once you receive the Death Notices. It is the prelude of death. Sinners—come receive your time of death!

Twenty-Eight Peanuts · Urban
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287 Chs

The Police Found a Clue

Editor: Simple MTL

There were many taxis parked outside the hospital. Jack picked a black-hearted driver.

"Queen's apartment."

"Okay!" The black-hearted driver glanced at Jack. Seeing that Jack had closed his eyes to rest, he smiled proudly and started the car to drive east.

The black-hearted driver was indeed a black-hearted driver. He chose the furthest route.

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up slightly. He would definitely spend ten dollars more.

However, wasn't this what he needed?

The taxi sped along the road. Five minutes later, Jack opened his eyes and looked at the traffic light in the distance. The traffic light was green for four seconds. The current speed of the car was 80.

At this time, the black-hearted driver was making a decision. He seemed to be hesitating. He didn't know whether to stop or rush over.

"About 120 meters. There are still 6 seconds left. You can go over," Jack said calmly.